Something cries so low at night of home Drifting far across that Columbia river I still hear that freight trains lonesome cry
Winds in forests nothing now but memories
Mountains turning dark against the sky Dadada Dadada Something cries so low at night in silence Something cries so low at night of home Winds in forests nothing now but memories Mountains turning dark against the sky Theres a sudden movement from the dark woods Down there by the clearing stands a deer Stillness seems to be the only music Echoed in the night an evening star Dadada Dadada Winds in forests nothing now but memories Mountains turning dark against the sky Dadada Dadada Something cries so low at night in silence Something cries so low at night of home